Keys

So yesterday I did something really stupid. In my haste to leave the trampoline place called Jump on it (which I will try to blog about later...it was really fun) with overtired and ornery kids, I placed Tyler's set of keys on top of the car, as I often do, to put the kids in their carseats (or rather shove Jocelyn into hers as she is kicking, screaming and biting). I asked Samuel to go around through my seat as their was a man standing next to his side of the door and it would be have been awkward for me to put him in his seat with him standing there. Anyway, I slammed the door as Jocelyn was buckled in and got into the front seat and leaned over to buckle Samuel into his. Then I saw my set of keys in the front console and forgetting about Tyler's up on top. (you see, I had dropped Tyler off at another location and we usually have both sets of keys when we go out together bcse one unlocks the car and puts the kids in while the other locks up the house).

So I drove off happy they were both situated and munching on some apple. When I turned to get onto the main road I heard a sliding noise and I figured it was something in the trunk, though I couldn't think of what it was that I left in the trunk that would roll around. Until I turned onto the on-ramp to I-15 did I remember. I heard the sound again but this time it slid across the whole of my car. I immediately pulled over (yes, on the itty bitty shoulder of the on ramp) and looked...about 3 yards down the road were his keys! I was so stupid! I could barely see them as a white suburban crunched over them. bits and pieces flying every which way and making terrible crunching sounds. No, I am kidding, it wasn't that bad. They had barely missed them. Because it was too far for me to back up and retrieve them, especially with a pack of motorcyclists (Andrea WH,... correct terminology, please) coming up I decided to drive on, get off at the next exit, turn around and get back on the on ramp, this time stopping short so that no one would hit my car....or me. After praying the whole way back to the first exit that I would not get hit by fast and furious drivers, I parked my car, turned on my hazards and ran up to the keys, looked for traffic and ran out to the middle dotted line of this two laned on ramp. I grabbed the keys and the ring that was stuck in the tar, just in case it would puncture a a tire (uh, huh, like that would happen) and ran back to my car.

Luckily, only the anointed oil broke away from it's chain, but was not smashed (perhaps it was protecting the rest of the keys?) and car locker things (what are they called?) were not damaged bcse those cost like $60 to replace and his mail key was bent (big deal, I have one) and his church and house keys are slightly bent, but still usable. Maybe that is a sign...that I need to be working on something.....Um, I can't think of anything...I go to Church regularly....moral of the story..don't be stupid and leave your spare set of keys on top of your car and then drive off! (or in the trunk lock, as I've done that before too!)